Swallow Hunting - Chapter 5.1
“Yes.”
The man propped his chin on his hand and tapped his own cheek with his index finger. He looked like he was thinking for a moment, then crooked his finger, beckoning as if calling a dog. Hae-jun almost jumped up right away, but realizing he had not been fully forgiven yet, he crawled over on all fours instead.
“If you will just forgive me, I will do anything you tell me to do. Should I pour you a drink, hyung?”
He curved his eyes into crescent moons and spread his lips into a wide grin, wearing an expression that would look gentle and pretty to anyone else. Kneeling, he straightened his upper body. It was the exact posture of a student awaiting punishment.
“I have no intention of forgiving you.”
It was like a bolt from the blue. Just a moment ago, the atmosphere had seemed good. This was no time to protest. Hae-jun clutched at the hem of the man’s pants and looked up at him.
“What. Hyung, please. I beg you. Please spare me. I have a mother at home who lives only for me…”
“The mother who died when Cha Hae-jun was five years old?”
“So the mother who died when I was five years old… Huh?”
“You said you were good with your tongue. You are terrible at lying.”
“……”
His mouth fell open. The man knew his real name and even his family circumstances that only Yohan knew. That meant the background check was already done.
Hae-jun tried to inch backward, away from the man. But his hair was grabbed immediately. With a brutal grip, his head was yanked back. The strength of the man’s hand was such that it felt like his hair roots were being ripped out one by one.
“If you touch what belongs to someone else, you ought to receive a punishment befitting that act. That is society’s rule, is it not, Cha Hae-jun?”
“I really did not, agh, have anything to do with noona Young-hwa, aagh, we were like a blank sheet…”
The man flung Hae-jun away. He collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud like a tragic protagonist, then hastily corrected his posture. He felt like there was nothing left but to die now, and tears blurred his vision. There was no time to wallow in sorrow. All he could do was press his head to the floor and beg until his palms burned.
“Hyung, Boss. I really did not do anything with noona Young-hwa. It is too unfair to die like this. That day was the first time I even went to a hotel. I may be a piece of trash who sells his body, but I did not even touch noona Young-hwa with a fingertip. I swear it is true.”
With his mind frozen by fear, he kept repeating the same lines. Hae-jun rubbed his hands together frantically. Even if the man killed him, if he added compensation on top of the marking debt, the money-hungry boss would keep his mouth shut. The only one who could save his life was himself.
The man remained silent until Hae-jun lost his nerve and quieted down on his own. With nothing left to say, Hae-jun sniffled, pressing his face to the floor.
In the suffocating silence, the man called out, “Cha Hae-jun.” It sent a shiver through him, as if the executioner’s blade had touched the back of his neck.
“My mood right now is fucking awful.”
“If you tell me what you want, I will do anything you ask.”
“You said you were good with your tongue.”
“Yes, yes. I am good with it, hyung.”
This might be hope. Hae-jun nodded so hard it felt like his neck would snap.
“Then try using it.”
The man spread his legs leisurely. In his hand was the glass Hae-jun had poured earlier while putting on his one-man show with his face to the floor.
Sniffling, Hae-jun looked back and forth between the man’s face and his lower body. In this line of work, surviving meant reading the situation correctly. The moment the man spread his thick thighs wide, he understood why.
Hae-jun’s eyes widened. But the shock vanished in an instant. If he could save his life by sucking a dick once, it was a profitable deal.
It was not his first time, after all. Hae-jun had experience sucking another man’s dick.
Back when the fresh edge of being a rookie had worn off and he was starting to look like a rag, one customer pointed at the host sitting across from him and slapped down a check, saying he would give a million won if someone sucked that guy’s dick.
While everyone hesitated, asking if it really had to go that far, Hae-jun alone shot his hand up. He was desperate for money, and whether a woman or a man, it was all the same equipment anyway. A million won was hard to earn. If the condition was just sucking a dick, it was practically free money.
Soothing his reluctant coworkers, Hae-jun sucked diligently. When the customer said he would add another million if he made him come cheaply, he worked his tongue like a madman, using every ounce of strength until there was no way he could hold back without finishing.
And he succeeded. He was cursed out as a money-crazed bastard, and the guy who got sucked turned red and muttered things like, “Hyung, it felt so good. You are really good at it. If you are okay, we could…” But Hae-jun’s pockets were full, so he endured all the humiliation.
This time was no different. Rolling his tongue inside his mouth, Hae-jun lifted his upper body. But despite approaching with confidence, he hesitated for a brief moment before placing his hand on the man’s thigh.
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